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So I survived the Edinburgh Fringe, just. I managed not to have an emotional breakdown despite being tested several times. Flyering, having people wander into my show partway through, (That never happens at The Pleasance does it? No-one ever turns up late to a 7pm £10 show at 7:30pm and says, “Here’s a fiver, we’ll watch the second half.”) Now it’s September, like the start of a school year. I’ve got a new book, but no new pencils as I’m a self-confessed tight arse, I bought
